First things first, lovelies. The incredible Meredith O’Reilly has decided to take up the mantle on the #WIP Wednesday blog hop and she will be reviving it in January!! YAY!! Read more about her generosity and general fantasticness over on her blog: here.
Now, today’s snippet is another sneak peek of my upcoming book ‘Black Light: Exposed’. It’s the 2nd book in the Black Light series, and the first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, is out right now so you can dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January. This scene started on my last bloghop on #SatSpanks where Maddie found her way into the secret room beneath Runway, and met the very attractive, very interesting Thomas Hathaway. He’s her knight in shining armor for choosing her as his guest and keeping security from booting her out – the only problem is that Maddie thinks she’s about to walk into a gambling den…
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“Please remember, there is no technology allowed inside. This includes phones, wearable devices, recording devices, and anything mechanical that is not medical in nature.”
Guess they were serious about stopping cheating, which meant there had to be some major money being exchanged behind that door.
Ka-ching, ka-ching.
“Thank you.” Thomas nodded before turning that intense gaze on her again as he tucked his wallet away and pulled out his phone. “So, we’re sharing a locker since you’re my guest, but I want to make it clear that if you want to leave all you have to do is tell me. I’ll bring you back out here to get your things immediately. Alright?”
“That works for me!” She followed him over to the locker that had its door ajar, and pulled her phone out of her purse. Thomas had already laid his phone inside and was removing an Apple watch while he looked her up and down.
“We’ll talk more once we’re inside and have a seat, but I just don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. I bought the guest pass because I want to get to know you better, and while I’d love to play with you, it’s not an obligation.”
Maddie rolled her eyes before she thought about it. “I promise, I’m fine.”
Did this guy think she’d never played poker before? Did she really look that sheltered?
Thomas laughed low as his eyes roamed slowly over her curves. “Wonderful. No more technology under that nice dress?”
“No. Why, do you want to check?” Looking up at him she knew her cheeks were burning bright from the situation, the flirtation, and the fact that her offer wasn’t an innocent one. He was hot, and it had been way too long since she’d even had a date, if he wanted to pat her down she’d let him in a heartbeat.
“Maybe in a bit.” He answered softly and then offered her his hand and she took it, the next door popping open as they approached. There was low, wordless music coming from the room beyond, with soft, warm lighting – and then Thomas pulled the door wide and Maddie realized the error she’d made.
It was most definitely, unequivocally not gambling hiding underneath Runway.
What the fuck had she just gotten herself into?
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Ohhhhh, boy. Maddie is in a bit over her head walking into Black Light with the deliciously dominant Thomas Hathaway, but I think she might find she has a kinky side. Keep coming back for more snippets to see what she finds out beneath Runway, and how all of those elite in Washington, D.C. might just be what she needs to get her dream job as a reporter for the Post!